Strapping guitar

The guitar strings sang and Yulia Bright felt herself grow wet. She liked the feeling, liked what the sound did to her body. Whenever the music hit just right, her thighs trembled and her thoughts slid straight between her legs. James kept playing her favorite tune, fingers moving over the frets while she watched his hands. The blonde teen shifted on the edge of the bed, breathing deeper with every note. She caught his dark hair in her sight line, and the contrast of his black strands against his pale skin made her nipples tighten. She smiled at the old line she liked to use—play my song and I’ll play yours—and dropped to her knees without another word. Her lips parted around his cock in one smooth motion, warm and wet, taking him deep while the guitar kept ringing behind them.